human that i am

again tripped over nothing

went down slow motion

unhurt but embarrassed

and frightened of how vulnerable

i am becoming

and how little i seem to be able

to heal what is wrong

human that i am

out of a gray-cloudy day

help and support sometimes come

from on gray-cloudy day or week

of rejection disappointment

and from unanticipated sources

from people who have touched my life

but not yet allowed me to reach to them

they give without assurance of return

and leave me, mouth open and trembling at their generosity

hair tumbled

hair tumbled atop her head

she looked a youth worn out

from last night’s fun

paying what she thought

was the price

little understanding

the true cost of indiscretion

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hostile takeover

   and leaves one naked before it

loss before listen

quiet one’s smile

lost in the self-assurance

that he knows how things ought to be

point taken, he believes, as he listens

but his pre-judgement means

he never he never heard

what she tried to tell him

dash

wee carnations, baby’s breath delicate

in slender, white container set

on the flat stone with loved names

and lifetimes of struggle, dreams

pain and laughter given no more

than a dash between numbers

soft flowers in memory

of their gift of life

but proving too insubstantial

as the wind nudges it over

the water spills across letters

etched in stone

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flatten that notion

privileged to watch the sun wander

across the horizon, going south

for the winter and north in spring

as well as overhead to mark the day

but i understand the concept

of earth wobble to crate the seasons

i twist my left fist toward my right

to grasp earth rotating on its axis

mental pictures help comprehend

when bare sight tells me the earth is flat

cq no longer reluctant

california quail no longer reluctant

to flutter up to feeding bowl

and large enough to not worry

about competition as she

fills it with her bulk and warns

off by the frantic flutter of her

question mark headpiece

sign of the disenchanted

they bought a lemon

believing money equals

wealth so mouths pucker

my zebras

six little guys

busy chirping, although not melodious

flitting about in their multi-story cage

tearing up the newspaper floor liner

stuffing their straw nest

pulling down strands i hang at the top

scolding me when i am late

with fresh water and finch food

and cuttlebone treats

choose not to participate

unaware, we miss the snake slithering

away from under our feet

the cougar peering down

from hillock above our heads

doe naked in the middle of the field

but so still we do not notice

skunk cabbage gives our noses warning

but how many lovely flowers blossom

without our ever seeing them

there is so much more to our world

than we quiet ourselves to realize

let alone become a part of

giggles and guffaws

 the giggles and guffaws

of our gang of four

contribute abundantly

to the noise in The Meating Place

but as the infant in her buggy

still sleeps, we continue to tell

tales and laugh with the joy

only precious friends can give                      

generosity leads

 generosity is a leading trait

of those around me

with never-ending awe

i hear our Writers in the Grove

listen to and support each other

i watch church members go

to do for others what needs

to be done but would never

be demanded or even asked

and family surrounds me

with priceless gifts of love

and forgiveness                            

watching dark clouds gather

  the poem reached within me

describing a tree’s cognizance

of painful damage of storm and fire

rooted as it was, unable to run away

shuddering now in expectant fear

watching dark clouds gather – thunderstorm?

or fire?                                      

kiss the ground

 watched “Kiss the Ground”

awed by the simplicity of the answer

yet again, we need to let go

of our arrogance, thinking

we know best when we have in fact

only a glimmering

let the earth do what it has done best

for millennia without our interference

live with our world as part of the whole

rather than would-be conquerors              

shorts and sandals await

 my sandals waiting

as spring makes up its mind

to stay above fifty degrees

my shorts will continue waiting

until i make up my mind

to take off those last fifty pounds               

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 Reader's comment on May mjNewsletter:

Wow! Amazing your ability to capture so many elements of human experience in your monthly newsletters. Joy, love, companionship, longing, heartache, ageing, life, death, deep appreciation of nature, awe and sometimes puzzlement over human behavior and Divine creative design. This newsletter includes them all. So much to contemplate ... a feast for mind, heart, spirit, and soul!

Thank you,

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awkward spring

  a few days of sun

warm enough to stay outdoors

to replant seedlings and sprinkle

seeds over disturbed slopes

in hopes of roots to hold the hills

and grace with flowers

but this morning heavy dew

and promise of rain

even hint of scattered thunder

spring’s awkward finding balance                                  

fat colors

 something more than the pale purple

dense cloudy sky

something about the color of earth

objects themselves

trees, grass—fattened

thicker as though osmosis

had already taken on water

and changed their reflective surface

even before the clouds had dropped

their rain

flickering aftermath

 flickering pale patch of light

barely alive on my bedroom wall

enough to cause me to rise to look

out across the valley floor a mile

or more at brilliant light of ambulance

and unsynchronized blue and red

flashes of six emergency vehicles

another accident on the curve

of country road that has totaled

many cars including my own

when a rusted sedan took that bend

in the middle of the road

coming toward me